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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.