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 Bahamas 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.