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 Malta 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.