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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
JFA,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.