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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.