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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.