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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.