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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.