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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.