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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.