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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.