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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.