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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.