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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Swans,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.