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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wire to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.