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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.