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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.