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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.