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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.