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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.