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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
June Days,
Y Pants,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.