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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Wake to the punk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
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.