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 Chile and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Franke,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.