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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Aswad,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.