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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Yaz,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.