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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.