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 Egypt 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.