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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.