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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.