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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.