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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.