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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.