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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.