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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.