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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.