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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.