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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.