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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.