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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.