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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.