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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.