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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.