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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Gap Band to the rock 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.