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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.