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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Wire,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.