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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.