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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Wake to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.