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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.