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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.