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 Liechtenstein 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Nico,
Ossler,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.