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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.