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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.