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 Ivory Coast 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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?
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.