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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.