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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.