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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Kinks to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.