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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
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,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Organ,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.