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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.