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 Iran 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.