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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.