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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.