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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Franke,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.