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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Wings,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.