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 Cyprus 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.