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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.