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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.