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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.