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 San Marino 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.