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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.