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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.