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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.