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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.