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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.