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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.