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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
The Doors,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.