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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Smog,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.