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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
MC5,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.