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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.