Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.