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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.