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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.