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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.