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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.