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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Japan,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.