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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.