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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 a-ha 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.