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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Audionom,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.