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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.