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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Inner City,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.