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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.