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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.