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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
the Association,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.