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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.