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 Mali 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.