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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.