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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.