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 Venezuela 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.