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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.