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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.