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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
JFA,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.