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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.