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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Can,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.