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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.