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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s 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 Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.