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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Chrome,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.