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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Neil Young,
Gong,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.