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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Ronan 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Smog,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.