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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.