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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.