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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.