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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.