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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.