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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Stereo Dub 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.