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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.