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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.