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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
X-101,
Technova,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.