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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.