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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.