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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.