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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.