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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.