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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.