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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Lalann,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.