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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.