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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.