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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.