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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Anakelly,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.