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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.