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 Romania 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.