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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
X-102,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Nas,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.