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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.