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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.