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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.