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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.