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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.