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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Oneida,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.