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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.