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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.