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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.