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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.