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 Spain and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.