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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.