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 Comoros and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.