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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.