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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Average White Band,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.