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 Peru 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.