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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.