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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.