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 Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.