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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Music Machine to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.