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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.