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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.