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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.