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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 marimba 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.