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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.