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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.