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 Maldives 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.