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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Scion,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.