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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.