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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.