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 Monaco 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.