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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.