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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.