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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.