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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.