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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.