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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 The Toasters to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.