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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Nas,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.