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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.