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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.