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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.