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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.