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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
DNA,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Nas,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.