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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Smog,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.