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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.