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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.