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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Crime,
the Swans,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.