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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.