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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
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.