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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.