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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.