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 India and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.