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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Monolake,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.