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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Index,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.