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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.