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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.