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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.