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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
UT,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Magma,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.