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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rakim,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Japan,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Technova,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.