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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.