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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.