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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.