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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.