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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Neu!,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.