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 United Kingdom 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.