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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.