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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
June Days,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Index,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.