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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.