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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.