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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
UT,
The Victims,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.