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 Benin and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.