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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Smog,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.