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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.