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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 John Cale to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.