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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.