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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.