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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.