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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.