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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.