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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.