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 Guyana 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.