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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.