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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '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 Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.