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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.