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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.