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 Serbia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.