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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
The Saints,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.