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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Television,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.