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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.