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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.