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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.