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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.