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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.