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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.