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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.