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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.