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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.