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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Can,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.