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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.