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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
DNA,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.