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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.