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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.