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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
John Holt,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.