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 Maldives and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
This Heat,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.