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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.