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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.