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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.