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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Slave,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.