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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.