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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.