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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.