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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.