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 Portugal 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
the Association,
DNA,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.