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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Magma,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.