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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Darondo,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.