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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Audionom,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.