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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.