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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.