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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Pole,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.