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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.