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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.