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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.