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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.