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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.