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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.