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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.