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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.