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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 David McCallum 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.