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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.