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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Niagra,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.