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 Germany 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Can,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.