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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Audionom,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.