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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Q65,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.