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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
CMW,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.