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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.