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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.