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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.