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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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?
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
The Doors,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.