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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.