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 Malta 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
PIL,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.