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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.