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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.