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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.