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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.