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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.