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 China 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.