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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.