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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.