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 Samoa 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.