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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.