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 India and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
The Names,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.