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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.