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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.