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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.