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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
The Index,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.