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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
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.