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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.