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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.