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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
MC5,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Nas,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.