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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.