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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.