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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.