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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.