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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.