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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.