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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Excepter,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.