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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.