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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.