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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.