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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
The Motions,
The Move,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
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.