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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.