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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Index,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.