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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.