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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.