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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.