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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Index,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.