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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.