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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.