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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.