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 Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.