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 France and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.