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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.