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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.