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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.