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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Faust,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.