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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.