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 Jamaica 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.