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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.