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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
AZ,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.