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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.