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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.