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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.