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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.