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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Hoover,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.