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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Deakin,
X-102,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.