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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.