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 Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.