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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.