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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
The Names,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.