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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.