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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.