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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Gong,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.