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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.