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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.