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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a snare 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.