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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
ABBA,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.