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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.