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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
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 Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.