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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Crime,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.