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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.