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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.