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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.