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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.