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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
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.