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 Ukraine 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.