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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.