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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Can,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.