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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.