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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.