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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 sitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
The Remains,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.