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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.