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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fall to the funk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Brick,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Flipper,
Neu!,
X-102,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.