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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.