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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.