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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.