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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.