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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.