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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
The Names,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.