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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.