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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.