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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
MDC,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.