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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.