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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.