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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.