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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Make Up 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 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.