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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.