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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.