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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.