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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.