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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.