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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.