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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.