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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.