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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.