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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.