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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.