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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.