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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.