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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.