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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.