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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Cameo,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.