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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.