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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod 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?
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.