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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
the Association,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.