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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.