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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.