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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Faust,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.