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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.