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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.