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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.