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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Technova,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.