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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.