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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.