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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.