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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.