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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
the Swans,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.