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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.