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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.