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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
AZ,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.