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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Index,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.