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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.