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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.