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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.