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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the punk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.