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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.