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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.