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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.