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 Maldives and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pierre Henry 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.