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 Hungary 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.