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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.