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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Inner City,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.