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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.