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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.