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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Can,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.