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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Ronan,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.