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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.