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 Liechtenstein 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.