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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.