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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.