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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
the Normal,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.