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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.