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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.