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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
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N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.