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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.