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 Indonesia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.