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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.