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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.