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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
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.