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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.