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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.