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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.