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 Chile and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Technova,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.