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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Neu!,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.