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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.