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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Q65,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.