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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.