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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.