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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
the Germs,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.