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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.