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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.