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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.