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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.