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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.