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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.