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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Magma,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.