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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.