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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Television,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.