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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.