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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.