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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.