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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Television,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.