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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.