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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.