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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Technova,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.