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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.