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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.