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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.