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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Swans,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.