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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.