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 Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.