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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Japan,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Index,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.