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 Namibia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.