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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Fear,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.