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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
The Litter,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
X-102,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.