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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.