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 Ivory Coast 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.