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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.