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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Brick,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Television,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.