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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
10cc,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
PIL,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.