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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.