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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.