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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.