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 Tunisia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Quantec,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.