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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.