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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.