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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Pole,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.