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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.