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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Gong,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.