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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
AZ,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.