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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Ten City,
X-101,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
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.