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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Unwound,
the Association,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.