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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.