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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.