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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.