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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
DNA,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.