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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.