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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.