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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.