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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.