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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.