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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Scientists 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.