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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.