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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Sound to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.