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 Norway and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.