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 Austria 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.