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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.