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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
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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.