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 Russia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.