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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.