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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
PIL,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.