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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.