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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.