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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.