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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.