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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.