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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
X-102,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.