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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.