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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.