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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
PIL,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.