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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.