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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.