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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.